Why do I write?

Why do I write?

Why do I live?

Why do I sniff my own farts?

I write because it helps me enjoy life.

I write because by doing so I am experiencing a life I wish I was able to experience more of.

The human mind is able to create so many wonders. The human mind creates so much anxiety, that in doing so it creates all new scenarios and wonders. 

That is why I write.

I write because by doing so I create a life that others can exist in.

Others can find themselves in the stories or the life.

Others can life whatever they want through words.

Why do people read? Why do people watch fiction?

Because they want to live a life unlike they experience.

We are all the same.

Don’t escape it.

No matter where we came from.

Religion, skin colour, background, experience, life.

We are the same.

Don’t deny it.

We are all human.

We all suffer.

We all experience the same pain and fear.

We all experience the same love and wonder.

We hate each other because we don’t understand.

We hate each other because of jealousy.

We hate each other because we are not them.

So, to bring it back, why do I write?

Because I wish I was them.

I wish I was experiencing the life others are.

Others read what is written because of the same.

We can all write, we can all read.

We can all wish we were them.

We can all wish this life was kind enough to wish we were.

We can wish.

But that wish will never come.

I write so people can hope.

I may not be the best.

But, hopefully, I create enough hope that people are able to see themselves, or their future, in what I write.

I will continue to do so.

I won’t stop doing so.

I’ll write for me, and no one else.